I took a picture of you with my eyes
Which I would've given to you as a surprise.
To the photo-lab of my head it went.
There it was processed and sent
To my brains where it was framed
Waiting for it to be claimed.
Alas! My heart; that stubborn thief
Put me in a state of disbelief
When he stole that beauteous piece
And locked it in his bosom with love's keys,
And dumped the keys into admiration's sea.
Ah, dear me!
Your picture is now locked in my love.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem